Chapter 8

She put down her pen and smiled, saying, “It’s Jennifer, why are you here? Sit down quickly.” She stood up and let Jennifer sit on the sofa. As she did, she caught sight of the underwear she had just changed, still hanging on the bedside. She was startled and quickly stuffed it into her pocket, grateful that Jennifer hadn’t seen it. But she was a little surprised by Jennifer’s sudden visit.

Jennifer looked around Lindsay’s office, taking in the cleanliness and order. “Mrs. Lindsay, you’re really diligent,” she said. “You keep your office spotless.” Lindsay poured a glass of water in front of Jennifer and smiled modestly.

“That’s nothing. As the saying goes, men are afraid of poverty and women are afraid of laziness. Just clean up when you have time. At least you can stay comfortably.” Jennifer chatted with Lindsay for a few words, but her expression was hesitant, as if she had something on her mind but was too embarrassed to say it. Lindsay simply smiled and said, “Mrs. Jang, we’re colleagues and both female teachers.

If you need my help with anything, please tell me as soon as possible. Don’t be polite to me.” Hearing what Lindsay said, Jennifer’s face blushed slightly, and then she stammered to tell Lindsay her worries. It turned out that a few days ago, while taking a shower at home, she had accidentally discovered a lump in her breast. This had scared her, and she thought she might have breast cancer. She wanted to go to the county hospital to get it checked out.

As Jennifer spoke, Lindsay’s expression turned sympathetic, and she reached out to take Jennifer’s hand. “Don’t worry, Mrs. Jang,” she said softly. “We’ll get through this together. Let’s go to the hospital and get it checked out. I’ll come with you.” Jennifer’s eyes filled with tears, and she nodded gratefully. Lindsay’s kindness and concern only made her feel more at ease, and she knew that she could trust her colleague.

It was a tense moment for Jennifer, standing outside the county hospital’s gynecology department, her mind racing with anxiety.

The thought of a male doctor, in his fifties, examining her breasts was unsettling, but she couldn’t shake off the feeling that she needed to get checked.

As she pondered her situation, she recalled her friend Lindsay, who had also faced similar problems in the past.

Jennifer decided to seek Lindsay’s advice, hoping to gain some insight into what to expect.

Lindsay, a middle-age women with a carefree spirit, couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly as she listened to Jennifer’s concerns. She remembered the countless times she had been poked and prodded by doctors, her breasts being touched and examined with such frequency that she had lost all feeling. The thought of Jennifer’s distress was almost comical, but Lindsay knew she had to offer some reassurance.

With a gentle smile, Lindsay said, “It’s easy, I’ll show you. Just take off your clothes, and I’ll demonstrate.” Jennifer’s eyes widened in surprise, and she glanced nervously at the door, as if expecting someone to burst in at any moment. Lindsay walked over, drew the curtains, and bolted the door, her voice calm and soothing. “Now, you can relax. Take off your clothes quickly.”

Jennifer hesitated for a moment before slowly unfastening her skirt and bra. As she stood before Lindsay, her trembling white breasts popped out, their nipples the size of peanuts, and the areola a delicate pink color, still attractive despite being slightly darker due to breastfeeding. Lindsay’s eyes widened as she took in the sight, her gaze drawn to the firm, tall breasts that seemed to defy gravity.

For a moment, Lindsay was lost in thought, her mind comparing her own breasts to Jennifer’s. Her own had sagged slightly after childbirth and breastfeeding, their roundness and firmness lost. She couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy, wondering if her husband’s lack of interest in her was due to her own physical changes. Only a young man like Evan, with his insatiable appetite for her breasts, seemed to appreciate her in all her glory.

As Lindsay’s thoughts wandered, a ridiculous idea crept into her mind. When she was intimate with Evan, his favorite pastime was to suck her nipples like a baby, making her feel an inexplicable excitement. The memory sent a shiver down her spine, and she couldn’t help but glance at Jennifer’s breasts with newfound appreciation.

“Mrs. Lindsay, please stop staring,” Jennifer said, her voice laced with embarrassment as she reached out to cover her plump breasts.

Lindsay smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “What’s there to be embarrassed about? Let me show you.” She gently asked Jennifer to put her hand down, and with a deft touch, she began to knead the base of Jennifer’s breasts. The sensation was delicate, yet full of elasticity, like a tender flower unfolding its petals.